In this very moment I couldn't quite believe what was happening. The softness of his lips melted me from the inside; I grabbed the side of his arm to give back some of this lustful affection.
His ash-blonde fringe brushed against my forehead, as he pushed himself upon me even harder, twisting the angle of his face every time he took a breath.
The night was quiet by the lake other than a few buzzing gnats, and the quaking of a single mallard over in the reeves. Even under the vivid stars of the night sky, the body of the lake seemed black like oil paint thinned with turpentine. No cars on the road.
I locked my arms around his neck, slipping my tongue into his mouth, pulling him closer. I thought he'd back away but to my surprise, he pulled me in by the belt loops of my jeans so that our waists seemed joined.
Pressed against the car bonnet, Matthew continued to embrace me with his lips, his soft, wet lips. It felt so smooth and so right to be doing this with him. My longing for this moment was over.
After a few more seconds, our lips parted for a gasp of the cool, night air.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Whispered Matthew as he pressed his forehead to mine with a soft, raspy tone to his voice. The blue of his eyes glinted in the moonlight.
Once again I was frozen, and the river of tears started flowing down my face like before.
Matthew took one look, pulled me in, and hugged me tighter than anyone had ever done. My arms encased the broadness of his shoulders, whilst the region of forearm to hand wrapped around my waist.
It began to rain.
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Scrum Half
Romance"I care about you, you know?" They were childhood best friends - now they are on the lower sixth rugby team of Birchwood Secondary School. A tense feeling of lust arises between Matthew Flynn & Ben Alley, but will everything work out in the end? Or...
